I'm sure you're going to like this chapter…because :

Chrissy + Gym Teacher = Interested Reader

Yes, it's Chrissy's class in gym, meaning this CANNOT go well…especially if there's a way to annoy every teacher Chrissy can FIND!

Now, before I bore you to death, I suggest you read!

Chapter Five: Class Session Three

"LINE UP YOU STUPID, UNGRATEFUL LITTLE RATS!" Mr. Butternut barked. Chrissy was sitting on the floor, ignoring him as everyone else lined up.

"I SAID LINE UP!" Mr. Butternut yelled again. "I heard you," Chrissy mumbled, pulling out her cell phone.

Mr. Butternut looked down at Chrissy. "Get…up…" "I think I had too much lunch. Can I walk the mile instead of running?" Mr. Butternut picked her up by her tail and set her down. He cannot lose his temper as bad as the last two classes.

"NOW START RUNNING!" he yelled. Chrissy turned toward the door. "GET BACK HERE, LAZY RAT!" (A/N: Wait for it…)

"LITTLE RAT…" "Please check the number, or try your call again," Chrissy said, a small smile forming on her face.

"I AM NOT ON A CELL PHONE," Mr. Butternut said. "Well then shut up, because I am!" Chrissy said, holding a phone to her ear. She pretended she actually was.

"Hello, is this the Watermelon residence?" (A/N: OMG she's getting him annoyed…) "Oh, hello! It's the Boogie Girl!" Mr. Butternut took her cell phone. Chrissy pulled another from her pocket. The others watched as they ran laps.

Chrissy dialed Mr. Butternut's number. His cell phone rang. "Hello?" "THIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND KYLE, I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO THE POOR STUDENTS," Chrissy said, making her voice sound like Kyle's thanks to voice imitation classes.

"I-I didn't do anything…" "THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN! RUN!" Chrissy said into the phone. Mr. Butternut started to run, and then looked at Chrissy. "Chrissy…" "Butterloser…" "IT'S BUTTERNUT!"

This was an annoying student for the record books. "CHRISSY! COURIR!" Fifi shouted suddenly.

"FIFI, I DON'T KNOW FRENCH!" Chrissy called back. "HE'S BEHIND YOU, RUN! I SAID RUN!" Fifi yelled back.

Chrissy spotted Mr. Butternut over her shoulder. The group stopped running to watch. "Should we help?" Erika whispered to Fifi and Katie. They burst into laughter.

Chad was watching Fifi. "Now to make my move…," he mumbled. He snuck up behind Fifi and pulled her into a kiss - on the lips. He pulled away. "VICTORY!" "OH, YOU BETTER COURIR!" Fifi yelled. Chad took off running. Erika, Katie, and Kevin watched Chrissy run away from Mr. Butternut.

"RUN CHRISSY! I NEED YOUR ANNOYANCES!" Katie yelled. Mr. Butternut was getting tired. "BUTTERLOSER'S FAT! BUTTERLOSER'S FAT! CAN'T CATCH ME, FATTY!" Chrissy yelled.

Mr. Butternut continued chasing. "RUN CHRISSY! GO! MAKE HIM WORK OFF THAT FAT!" Erika called, laughing her head off. Mr. Butternut approached her, and she ran off the bench in the gym. Katie and Kevin giggled.

Fifi gave up on chasing Chad and jumped on the very top of the basketball hoop. "HEY FATTY!" she called down to the gym teacher.

Mr. Butternut looked up and grumbled something under his breath. Kevin and Chad exchanged glances, and ran. Katie still sat on the bench. "Guys?" Mr. Butternut approached her. Katie took off.

Mr. Butternut blew his whistle, the group stopped. "GET ON THAT END OF THE GYM!" he yelled, pointing his finger down to the end. "NEVER!" Chrissy yelled, getting in boxing stance.

"I SAID GET DOWN THERE!" "AND I'LL PUT UP A FIGHT!" (A/N: This is just starting…meaning…LONG CHAPTER! You go, Chrissy!)

"Little Missy…," Mr. Butternut started. "Um, speak louder, I can't hear you," Chrissy said. She tried to stifle some laughter.

"COME ON CHRISSY! JUST IGNORE THE LOSER AND SHAKE YOUR GROOVE THING!" Erika called. Mr. Butternut threw a shoe at her. "WHAT?" Erika yelled.

Chrissy started running around the gym like a maniac. "GET BACK HERE, STUPID LITTLE RAT THING! YOU'RE A BAD RODENT!" Mr. Butternut called.

"What dress size are you?" Chrissy asked randomly. "Huh?" "Are your underpants made of my watermelon?" "Um…" "RUN! THE ALIENS ARE ATTACKING!" "Oh my g-" "HELLO? IS THIS THE FBI? I AM IN DESPERATE NEED OF A CHEESE SANDWICH!"

Mr. Butternut slapped his forehead. So far, this period was NOT going well…especially with Chrissy around. "CHRISSY!" he roared. Chrissy stopped. "Yes?" she asked sweetly.

Mr. Butternut was at the end of his patience. "GET OVER THERE, NOW! OR IT'S THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!" "Hello? Is this the Pancake residence?" "PRINCIPAL'S!" "Okay, banana face."

Chrissy smiled to herself and walked down the hall. That was something to enjoy back there.

She turned a corner and came to the office. The secretary was there.

"Hello?" she asked, pulling her glasses down. "Hi, I'm here to see the principal," Chrissy said. "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you often. I'm Nancy Williams, just sit in the chair."

Chrissy lied down on the chair, her body across it. Her feet swung off of the sides. "Sit correctly," Nancy muttered.

"Nah. It's WAY too uncomfortable," Chrissy said. "Future juvenile. Wow," Nancy muttered.

The door to the principal's office opened. "Well, this is my time to get to know him, considering I'm gonna be here often," Chrissy said cheerfully.

"Come in, I'm John Norton…," the principal said. Chrissy walked inside and hopped on his desk.

"Now, if my records are correct and Mr. Butternut's call is valid, you called him a loser, ignored him, made smart remarks, and did other bad things…Chrissy," the principal said. "That's right!" Chrissy said with a smile. The principal sighed - this was going to be a hard year…

In Math…

"Okay guys, open to…," Miss Lisa started. "We. Need. Her. OUT!" Dani whispered to Violet. "First clue?" Mia asked with a smirk. Dani wanted to slap her.

"I already have a plan, geniuses…," Dylan muttered, pulling out a water squirter. Greg and Berry pulled out some. "Oh man. Pay no attention to the groaning girl…," Violet muttered, putting her head on her desk.

The boys started squirting their teacher. She screamed and ran out of the room. Berry boosted Greg who boosted Dylan to the doorknob, where Dylan locked the door.

The girls slapped their foreheads. "Why did I get stuck with the stupidest boys on the face of the Earth?" Dani groaned. "Because you're the stupidest girls on the Earth…," Dylan muttered.

Berry, Greg, Mia, and Violet groaned. "We're better than you…," Dani started. "OH REALLY? HOW'S ABOUT A SING OFF?" Dylan yelled.

(I had to use a song by the 'munks and 'ettes…enjoy this…)

Dylan: Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah!

Berry and Greg: Show 'em how you do it now!

Dani: Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah!

Violet and Mia: Show 'em how you do it no-ow!

Dylan: Show the world we can dance…

Berry and Greg: DANCE!

Dani glared at Dylan. Dylan smirked.

Dani: Bad enough to, strut our stuff, now! The music gives us a chance…

Violet and Mia: CHANCE!

Dylan scoffed.Dylan: We do more, out on the floor…!

Dani: Groovin' loose, or heart to heart!

Violet and Mia: We put motion, in every single part!

Berry and Greg: Funky sounds, wall to wall!

Dani and Dylan: We're bumping bodies, havin' us a ba-a-all!

All: Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah! Show 'em how you do it now! Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah, yeah! Show 'em how you do it no-ow!

It somehow ended up that Dani was in Dylan's arms at the end note, the one held highest…by them.

"Somebody's in love…," Mia whispered to Greg. "A-am not!" Dani said. "In denial now, are we? Tsk, tsk, tsk." Dylan and Dani blushed. "I-I'm not in love with her…," Dylan. The door fell to the floor, to reveal Miss Lisa. "GUYS…" They cringed.

In History…

"Considering we're bored, I guess we need to talk about our boyfriends," Brittany said, sitting on the teachers' desk. "What makes you teacher?" Jeanette called out. "I'm the leader of the original chipettes in this class," Brittany said.

"Dang, she's right…," Leah muttered. "Okay, before I share my story, I hear your stories…," Brittany said, looking at Jeanette.

"What type of stories?" Eleanor asked, dreading the answer. "The worst thing they did to you!" Brittany said deviously.

The group groaned…Brittany was evil… "Jeanette, YOU go first," Brittany said. Jeanette walked to the front of the room and jumped on the desk.

Leah sighed and pulled out her history book. This could not end well…

"Okay, the worst thing he did…was blow me off for a date at the park…and it went like this…"

-Flashback, three weeks ago-

"Hey Simon, we still on for that date tomorrow at the park?" Jeanette asked. Simon smiled. "Of course, Jeanette…"

"I guess I'll see you then. But for now…" She kissed him, leaving him in a temporary trance. She smiled and walked out the door.

"JEANETTE! DID YOU HEAR?" Brittany yelled, coming to the Seville front door as Jeanette stepped out.

"Hear what…?" She was curious to see what Brittany had to say. "Alvin texted me saying that Simon is presenting his project tomorrow, and it's gonna be huge!" "But, we'll still have our date…right?" "Oh, I don't know!"

Next day…

"Simon Seville…," the professor said, stepping off the stage once more. Simon was forgetting something. It was at the tip of his tongue. He glanced out into the crowd…Jeanette wasn't there.

THE DATE. He forgot THE DATE… "Friends, families, hi. I'm Simon and, well, here's my project. It took tons of hard work, and jumping on and off the table a lot…"

All through the presentation and the speech, Simon had only one thing in mind: Jeanette. "Th-thank you…," he said at the end. He ran out of the iron gate, leaving everyone puzzled during applause.

He came to the all too familiar park's iron gate, and slid through. Jeanette was sitting in the tree, singing to herself. Simon bit his lip…what had he done?

Jeanette sighed. Her tail swung down from the branch. "What did I do to deserve this…?" she mumbled.

She heard the all too familiar voice belonging to the person who had landed her in this state.

"Jeanette?" "Go away…" "Jeanette, I'm sorry…I forgot…" "Yeah. I've heard the excuse before…" Simon sighed and walked away. This was just too difficult.

-End of flashback-

"But we made up two days later…," Jeanette said. "Lame…next!" Brittany said. Jeanette rolled her eyes and sat back down.

Brittany eyed the class. "Next…Eleanor." But at the moment, Tina came in. "I've left my phone in the teachers' lounge; let's begin…" Eleanor sighed relief. Brittany pouted.

In Homeroom…

"What happened, Kyle…?" Simon asked. "The last class…" "Ah, Chrissy's class…," Max said. "Yeah…I think she had something to do with it," Kyle said, groaning.

"Stupid females…," Alvin groaned. "So you're calling Brittany stupid?" Kyle asked with a grin. "NO!" Alvin said. Kyle grinned again.

Jeff and Alvin winked. It was working! Now just go to the board…SPLAT! Raw, ground meat was dumped all over him, with barbeque sauce for a finish. Max, Simon, Theodore, and Scott gasped.

"WHO DID THIS?" Kyle yelled. All fingers pointed at Alvin and Jeff. They gave fake innocent smiles - the ones you could see right through.

"I'll decide your punishment when I get back…," Kyle muttered. He left the room. Alvin boosted Jeff, who jumped onto the doorknob and locked the door.

"Perfect. Now, I'm teacher. Today we learn why girls are attracted to me." Simon threw a book at Alvin.

"DETENTION!" Alvin shouted. "What? He didn't do anything!" Theodore said. "DOUBLE!" "But-," Scott began. "SHALL I MAKE IT TRIPLE?" Alvin threatened.

Simon walked up and grabbed Alvin by the collar of his shirt. "SHUT. UP!"

And so this chapter comes to an end. What's next for these 24 students? And how mad will the gym teacher be by the end of the day, thanks to Chrissy?

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- ChipetteGirl10

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